What Poetry Is

20,December,2020 by

What Poetry Is

You want to know what Poetry is

For the Modern World that’s used to twist

And bend, and tremble in disguise,

Pretending that it’s “neo-wise”,

That, saturated long ago,

To Saturn children pure throws

And that, to Titans owing much,

Them used to Tartar to dispatch?

All right! A Poet’s like them both:

The one who’s innocent and opposed,

Who Might of Elements represents,

Midst Insurrections resurrects,

Condemned by Stupid to be Fool –

The “Holy” one, that’s “not-so-cool”, –

To “crazy” be, by Madness’ Slaves:

He disagrees – and Potent shakes…

And he embodies in his Soul

The Realm of Spirit and its toll,

And pays the price, being poorer than rat

For this demise, - for dice and bet.

And what’s the Principle of that Realm?

The Paradox that overwhelms

It’s Dialectics in it’s One:

Where this is achieved – the Feat is done.

For Feat – the Hero must emerge:

The one who knows Abyss and Gorge,

And finds of Bridges narrow Paths

And Lyrics brings to date with Math.

So here Poetry rises up –

That bears Lion’s skin and club…

You want to hear what’s its Core?

I’m sure you won’t it adore!

You may be frightened, I assume:

It’s not an incense, nor perfume,

Not stench or filth (how this to grasp?!)

It is united Blow and Clasp,

It’s burning Water, boiling Flame,

In Stone and Paper ink and grain,

And Womb of male, female’s Fertile,

That makes their dancing super guile!

And from the Ages to the End

It is for Spirit’s Purpose meant:

To shape the edges of the World

By means of writing spoken Word,

By means of giving birth and cry –

To Death’s decay anew deny –

And this Denial built in Height

To depth of Heavens demonstrate;

From demonstration realize

What’s Understanding’s true devise

What’s motto of deciphered Names

For all the creatures and their games;

To down put the secret Rules

To make them open, make them Tools

For the Creation’s further Path –

Till its genetic Coding lasts;

To rime those Codes – and to expand

Like RNA transform and grant

To distant corners Distance dense

And build up Flesh Forms of immense

And unforeseen and various Race

(With no “Racism” in the space!) –

And so Tolerance multiply

Through all that vary, - live and die;

To stretch and measure, - and connect

All torn and broken Fragments left

Inside the Puzzle great and one,

That’s called “Existence” to be done –

It’s astronomic Earthly Crust

And Milky Way through dirt and dust,

And stars that burst to planets be,

And satellites that dare break free;

It’s Search of Freedom through the Choice

By Will that seeks to gain, rejoice

And nations build (imagine them,

Imagination’s strata-gems!);

Inhale – that’s Inspiration called,

Exhale – the Story to be told,

Partaking – sharing its Breath,

Abundance, knowing no “less”;

Love guarded both by Truth and Rage,

Good using Evil as her page

Within the Book of Wisdom live –

The Field that’s here to plant and reap;

Creation Day – for Dead and Born,

Of Sacrifices growing Corn,

Redemption that reveals itself

And Judgment that through doom light delve!..

You still don’t know what it is?

It’s Pride with no conceit and grease,

With no arrogance at all –

It’s Truth, not Lies, and so be called!

It is Rejection – to assert,

Like Dominantsept and Cord, –

Of Spheres’ Music, Echoes’ Cube

With force of Organ’s pipes and Tubes,

Where voices Interweaving find,

To Poet – Finder – make in mind

All Superseding understand

And all that’s found implement!..

So, now you know! It’s time to hate

Me, who’s just called you to create –

Should you of Genius of Light

Be each and every Perfect Knight,

And not to look for damned “Excuse”

That is detested by the Muse,

But Explanations give instead

For all who once of clay were made,

Destroying Envy’s jealous sting

And building fiery Worship’s Ring

For all that brings to Common Sense

And Meaning: trust me, it’s immense!..